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written from pre-exam anxiety |
| Filled with pain and panic, The clock ticks tirelessly toward My inquisition of intelligence, Judged by no judge, Verdict by no jury, Words on a page, circles on a sheet, All hold me confined To an 8 x 11 feat, What can they tell? What will they see? Through the words THEY choose for me, All tell them nothing about me. I am far more than an evaluation, I am worth more than that sheet, Look and listen , See me. I am filled with hope and purpose, I never accept defeat, I am a writer with far more to say, Than the test answers on that sheet. By Lee 12/13/2006 |